According to tmbw.net news, they found out from some press release that They Might Be Giants will be at Detroit’s Concert of Colors. Yay! Unfortunately, if (I’m putting in an if, just because I don’t want to jinx things) I’m going to PodCamp Midwest I won’t be able to see them.
I let Cibo Matto’s appearance at the Concert of Colors slide back in 2001 then kicked myself in the ass after finding out they broke up later that year.
Conundrum
yay? eww?
We’ve had a major roll out of notebook computers here in the enterprise. Faster processors, internal wifi cards, and windows XP loaded on each one. Though I’m not one to point out the weird office quirks in situ but I am perfectly comfortable to jibe about it here in the anonymity of the internet.
People are constantly running off to meetings and they tote these notebooks to review documents, stay connected over corporate IM, and stay abreast of their e-mail. We have a wireless system that makes hand off between access points seamless, so you don’t lose your IP or session. For instance, when I go to a meeting, I close the lid of my MacBook and walk away. When I get to my destination, my SSH sessions are still open, my chat hasn’t closed off, and all other persistent connections are still in tact; however my Windows friends aren’t so lucky.
When a Windows user closes the lid to their laptop, all functions seem to go haywire. After opening the lid, these people claim that applications don’t behave properly, the wireless card doesn’t reconnect, or the system runs doggedly slow. To prevent this, people walk around the complex with open laptops. Some hug them to their person with the screen brushing up with their belly others slide keyboard end into their briefcase, but the oddest creature of all is the laptop server.
No, not the server in the client/server sense, but like the waiter or waitress in a restaurant sense. Carrying a laptop in their upturned palms of their hands as if they were going to server canapes off the wrist wrest. Sometimes climbing stares or riding the escalator, these laptop servers are carefully scrutinizing what is happening on screen with no regard to the people around them.
Frankly, I wish that wearable computers were invented. Just thinking about someone with clunky goggles for a heads-up display walking into a pylon as they try to read email, makes me giggle.
I’d write a confessions of a husky boy about these but I can’t wait.
Notice the lovely puffiness of the shell, these are made of fried masa
harina cakes.
